Watching videos of this mind as bells gently play,
altogether touching an interior spirit with an ex-
cellence and purity bordering on heaven.
A perfect stance of this poetical life, standing
mesmerized in hallways of a photographic memory,
looking at all images of life.
Revolving in time to musical melodies, forever
within mind and intellect, special and selective
portraits of loved ones who've now passed on
always remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem